Another Christmas. This time it’s with books.

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كيف تربح الكثير من المال

“It’s exploded. The pressure must have built up inside. The turkey is ruined.”

“A book. ‘I remember my wedding day.
Do you take this …, began the axe murderer
in his dog collar, reaching for the chain saw’[2]

…reminds me of your mother.”


“Doorbell. Who is at the door? It’s the Polish plumber. WHAT IS HE DOING HERE?”

“Dad! He is my boyfriend, I told you. I love him.”

“Hello. I gift all you. ”

So, you see, the Polish plumber turns up. Last year it was the tattooed lorry driver. Who? We never know their names. Dad hates them all. So you receive a gift from the Polish plumber, expecting it to be a pack of fags or a sausage and you say this and your sister says you are a racist. It’s a book.

“It’s about The Poland,” that’s what the Polish plumber says.

So you stare at the book. The book called ‘The Wooden Tongue Speaks. Romanians: Contradictions & Realities’. Yes. You agree; it is easier.

“You see? Listen, ‘It bothers me to think that I was being listened to, that my phones were tapped, my walls too, and the neighbours had glasses up to theirs. In fact the walls were so thin there was no need for glasses. As a boy I could hear how my neighbours upstairs chased each other and the woman screamed: “Help!” But nobody stopped her husband.’[3] Poland. Not nice.”

“Stuffing. I put a chicken in. The turkey exploded. Should the stuffing be IN the chicken? Or balls? I put a chicken in because of the turkey.”

“It’s about Romania.”

“Don’t be a racist.”

“Chicken? On Christmas day? Put the balls in the chicken.”

“Where are my teeth? I have Cyclops sex.”

So then Granny stands up, and around her toothless gums she reads. She reads from a book the Polish Plumber gave her. I’ll give him his due, he likes to gift.

” ‘You leak like me,’ he said. ‘Like me and the animals, you never did before.’[4] Is the Queen on yet?”

“Dinner is ruined. The stuffing won’t fit in the chicken.”

It is a poussin.

This is Christmas.


[1] ‘Spider Fuck’ from Nothing Doing by Willie Smith

[2] ‘Marriage Through the Looking Glass’ from Wedding Underwear for Mermaids by Linda Ann Strang

[3] The Wooden Tongue Speaks: Romanians Contradictions & Realities by Bogdan Tiganov

[4] The Vorrh by B. Catling


by Karina Evans

Image © Mark Hyson

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